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Chapter 25 Pot Meet Kettle
Hermione sighed contentedly. She was laying on her side, naked as the day she was born, resting her head on an equally naked Fleur's shoulder. The blonde was sleeping peacefully but Hermione's mind was buzzing with thoughts. She longed for the nights when she and Fleur could lie curled up like this without the fate of the worlds, both wizarding and muggle, pressing down on them. She briefly wondered if Harry felt the same. She imagined he would explode at the pressure if he had to handle what she and Fleur were having to cope with, but still he did have a lot on his plate. She made a mental note to check in with him soon and see how he was coping, since he did not have the benefit of having someone like Fleur watching over him and holding his hand.
Hermione sighed again and stared in awe at Fleur. She truly was beautiful, Hermione reached up and gently caressed her lovers face, then trailed her fingers lightly down the Veela's chest and teasingly drew small circles around the smattering of freckles and moles that decorated Fleur's torso. Fleur smiled, no longer able to hide the fact that she was awake. She had simply been basking in the warmth that was the love that resonated off of Hermione's very skin, surrounding her in a cloud of happiness. The brunette smirked and hooked her leg around Fleur's hip. "I'm sorry love, did I wake you?" she purred at her lover though she was clearly delighted at the prospect that they were both awake and for the time being had nowhere else to be.
Fleur's fingers danced lightly over the thigh that covered her groin and she turned those delightful blue eyes on Hermione. The younger of the two witches felt as though her heart was melting and flooding out between her legs as she continued to run her fingers over the freckles. Hermione loved them, each and every one. As soon as she noticed what Hermione was doing, Fleur rolled her eyes and swatted at her hand, trying to convince the young witch to stop. Fleur scowled at her, "Please ma petite loutre, zey are just unsightly blemishes." Hermione thought they were cute, that they had been put there by a beautiful miracle of genetics simply for her to fixate on. They were a part of the woman she loved and she loved them just as much as she loved Fleur. It hurt Hermione to think that there was a part of Fleur that the blonde did not love and appreciate in the same way. Hermione knew that Fleur would never be this vulnerable in front of anyone else - she took too much pride in the confident and strong image that she constantly projected. Hermione wondered what had happened that would cause Fleur to be selfconscious about the freckles and moles. Clearly the Veela knew she was beautiful, she did have working eyes after all.
This simply would not do. Hermione grinned and pushed herself up so that she was straddling Fleur. She reached out and grabbed Fleur's hands, one in each of her own and interlaced their fingers before playfully pinning them to the bed. Fleur watched her closely, her eyes filled with lust, her own grin spreading to her eyes crinkling them in delight, showing her sheer joy at Hermione's unusually bold and forward movement. She certainly was not complaining about their love life but she had specifically kept things very tender and gentle out of fear that she would scare Hermione away. Hermione leaned forward as though to kiss Fleur, their breasts pressed together intimately, but at the last moment Hermione swung left, avoiding Fleur's lips and instead tenderly kissing a mole that was the centre of a small cluster of freckles. Fleur sighed, not unhappily, but rolled her eyes when Hermione looked up at her as she continued to lavish similar attention further down Fleur's torso on each of the freckles and moles as they trailed her body.
Hermione pushed herself up, pressing Fleur's hands into the mattress as she did so, not allowing the blonde to swat at her the way she desired. It was difficult for Hermione to think that Fleur did not see her body the way that she did, did not love it the same way that she did. She kissed Fleur's chin and then her full, pouting lips before giving her a look that was filled with love and an outpouring of lust. "This body is mine," Hermione told Fleur as she held her gaze, letting her lover see just how serious she was. Fleur found that she had lost the ability to speak, so she simply nodded her head in agreement. Hermione leant down and claimed her lover's lips again, kissing her passionately before delivering a trail of kisses to the nearest freckle. She pulled up again, capturing Fleur's eyes with a searching look. "I love every millimetre of it, every freckle and every single mole. They are not unsightly, they are not blemishes, they are beautiful and they are mine," she told her lover, "just the same as these are mine," she added, swooping down and taking a nipple in her mouth. She rolled it gently between her teeth then released it so that she could do the same to its partner. Hermione bit down gently before letting the nipple slip from her mouth and sitting up again.
Fleur had tears in her eyes. "Oui, et is all yours and only yours." She told her lover in a quiet, intense whisper, daring her to continue claiming body parts. It seemed however that she did not need to dare Hermione because the younger witch was obviously intent on doing just that. Fleur was pleased - she had done her best to ensure that while they were on the Whorecrux mission Hermione would feel no doubt or insecurity about their relationship. It seemed that Hermione was doing the same for her. Hermione sat upright, still holding Fleur's hands in her own but no longer pinning them to the bed. She ground her groin down on Fleur and the Veela could not stifle the responding growl that came from low in her throat. Hermione smirked. She loved that she was able to illicit such a response from Fleur. It sent another tidal wave of wetness to her own groin.
Hermione released one of Fleur's hands long enough to reach over and grab her wand. With a flick of her wand she used a sticking charm to pin Fleur's hands to the bed. Fleur smiled mischievously. "I can see we awoke feeling adventurous this morning," Fleur remarked, her lips curving in gentle amusement. Hermione simply smirked as she climbed off Fleur, walked to the bottom of the bed and flicked her wand again, spreading her lover's legs and sticking her feet to the bed. Hermione stood at the foot of the bed and took in the sight before her, memorising it, etching it into her brain because it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.
Fleur watched Hermione with heavy lidded eyes, her desire was apparent as Hermione leant over and tenderly kissed the arch of her foot. As Hermione very slowly crawled up Fleur's body she laid a trail of kisses up the insides of her legs. Hermione blanketed Fleur's inner thighs with small, ever so soft kisses, teasing the blonde mercilessly. Fleur felt herself grow moist as Hermione's hot breath sweep across her muff. She thrust her hips upwards in an attempt to entice Hermione to her most sensitive place. Hermione however had another idea in mind as she strayed to Fleur's left thigh and nuzzled the place where her leg met her groin until she found the mole she was looking for and tenderly drew it into her mouth. Hermione flicked her tongue over the mole and Fleur, helpless to do anything to quench her thirst, let out a groan that caused Hermione to grin. Hermione then kissed her way up Fleur's navel as she settled a leg in between the Veela's legs and gently pressed against her every now and then. Fleur ground herself up against Hermione as she let out a frustrated moan, while the brunette continued to lavish every inch of her skin with kisses.
Smiling with adoration, Hermione kissed Fleur's throat, knowing how much her lover enjoyed it when she paid attention there. She teased and nibbled her throat and neck in a curving line, all the way up to Fleur's ear. The French witch let out a whimper. "'Ermione, please do not tease me anymore," she begged. The young witch held Fleur's lusty gaze a moment longer before she disappeared down her body and gently spread her lower lips so she could flick her tongue over her clit. Fleur responded instantly and in many ways to this action; her clit, already hard and throbbing, almost pulsed with urgent longing - she could not release her hands to grab Hermione's head and thrust it into her crotch so she instead thrust her hips up into Hermione's face. The Veela growled with desire and baser needs as she fought to control herself.
Hermione could tell that Fleur was close, so she plunged two fingers into her while suckling tenderly on her love button. She continued to thrust into Fleur as she alternated between suckling and flicking her tongue, driving Fleur wild. It was not long before Fleur's inner walls were milking Hermione's fingers as she clenched and twitched around them. When Fleur reached orgasm she came screaming Hermione's name, her legs shaking with the effort she was using to try and move them as her back was arched tautly, pressing herself into Hermione's face.
Hermione crawled up the bed to kiss Fleur, letting the blonde taste herself. "You are delicious," Hermione told her as she flicked her wand and released Fleur's hands and feet. Fleur wrapped herself around the young witch and kissed her passionately, sharing her love with her.
Hermione smiled at Fleur, pleased to see that the blonde had enjoyed herself. The younger witch rolled off the bed, intending to use the bathroom to clean up a little. As she stepped away from the bed Fleur pounced, swishing her up against the wall and pinning her there, much the same way as they had done when they teased Pansy. Hermione let out a startled yelp but was soon melting into Fleur's kisses. She moaned Fleur's name as she felt her hand stray down past her navel and between her lower lips as she drew teasing circles around her clit. Hermione tried to move but Fleur used an arm across her chest to pin her to the wall more firmly, smiling at her young lover as she continued to tease her clit, alternating between circles and strokes. It was not long before Hermione was panting and groaning against Fleur's fingers.
"Merlin's vaginal beard, I want you inside me Fleur!" she pleaded. Fleur ignored the plea and kept Hermione pinned as she continued her work. The young witch was soaked with desire and was reaching her peak when Fleur withdrew her finger. Hermione whimpered as Fleur waved her finger under Hermione's nose before provocatively sliding the finger between her lips and closing her eyes as she drew it out again. Hermione reached her own hand down, desperate to touch herself and finish what Fleur had started.
"Non," Fleur said in a harsh tone before grabbing Hermione's wrist and spinning her around. She reached around and grabbed Hermione's other wrist, holding them together in one hand. She used this grip to steer Hermione to the bed and bend her over the edge. "'Ermione, you 'ave the most splendid backside I 'ave ever seen," she told her lover proudly and she meant it. The display before her was fantastic. Hermione tried to push herself back towards Fleur, now desperate for her to finish what she had started. Fleur gladly obliged, quickly pushing her fingers inside the Gryffindor's dripping core, first two then three, stretching Hermione delightfully. Hermione made some very loud and appreciative sounds as Fleur pumped into her with her fingers, each thrust mining a little deeper than before. Hermione's legs were shaking uncontrollably. Fleur smiled and curled her fingers. Hermione came hard and Fleur slowed but did not stop until Hermione was screaming out the pleasure of her second orgasm. Fleur withdrew her fingers from the gushing slit and slid them back to her clit. With every stroke Hermione twitched and writhed. Her third orgasm was all that she could bear as she collapsed on the bed.
Fleur smiled and withdrew her hand, she leant over and kissed the delightful backside in front of her before laying on the bed and pulling a still shaking Hermione into her arms. "'Ermione Jean Granger, I love you, I hope zat you realise zis?" Fleur told her lover shyly as they lay in each others arms. Both the witches were glistening with the sheen of sweat that covered their bodies.
"Fleur Isabelle Delacour, I do believe that I have fallen completely and utterly head over heels in love with you," Hermione responded with a rogueish grin, punctuating the statement with a kiss. Fleur smiled as she pulled Hermione's hand to her mouth and kissed her wrist where the purplish blemish that was their bond mark had appeared. Fleur slipped her hand into Hermione's and pressed the marks together. Almost immediately the two felt as though their bodies were meant to be together, as though they were one. Hermione gasped at the feeling. It just felt right, like they belonged together.
Hermione smiled. She finally realised that this was like the feeling she got when Fleur released her thrall on her, only this was amplified a thousand million times. She looked up at Fleur and opened her mouth to ask the question but Fleur cut her off, putting her finger over Hermione's lips. "I do not need to use my thrall on you, darling, and so I am not. You feel the way you do because you love me and we are bonded," Fleur explained. Perhaps to anyone else it would not have really been an explanation at all, but for Hermione it was enough. She understood because Fleur understood, they were connected now and that connection started with their souls and spread out to every fibre of their beings.
Hermione smiled and pulled Fleur tighter in her arms. The blonde rested her head on Hermione's breast, and there they lay content until it was time to get up. As they showered together to get ready for their day, not a word was passed between them. They just happened to be 'in sync' with each other. Hermione grabbed her bag which was packed with books and Fleur smiled as she held the door open for her. As Hermione approached the door, however, she pushed it closed and kissed Hermione passionately. The Veela pulled away and smiled warmly. "I sense you 'ave a busy day, so zat was to keep you going until after dinner when you are to report 'ere so zat we can go over your transfiguration essay," Fleur told her lover and though she was smiling Hermione could tell that she was not entirely joking and nodded her agreement. Internally she resolutely told herself that she could not and would not keep Fleur waiting this time, and certainly would not make her worry.
As the two young witches strolled into the Great Hall, Fleur gave Hermione's shoulder a quick squeeze and headed off to the teachers table to discuss some things with McGonagall. Hermione sat down beside Harry and began to shovel food into her mouth. Apparently she had built up an appetite to rival Ron's, these days. Ron himself was looking somewhat green around the gills. Quidditch try outs were today and he was clearly nervous though Ginny certainly appeared confident as she was grinning from ear to ear. Hermione chose to ignore Ron, who looked like he might vomit any moment, and turned to Harry. "How are you feeling, Harry?" she asked her friend. Harry considered her curiously; he knew that she was not referring to the Quidditch try outs as she had little interest in these things. If she was not referring to Quidditch that meant she must be referring to how he was coping after Sirius's death, working with Dumbledore and the matter of the horcruxes.
"If I said I was fine then could we leave this 'awkward feelings' talk until after the Quidditch try outs?" he asked, his green eyes pleading. Hermione considered this for a moment before nodding her head. There couldn't be any harm in that – at least he was admitting that he was not fine, but trying to get on with things as best he could.
Hermione turned to Ron. "Come on Ron, I'll walk you to the pitch," she told the Weasley boy as he nodded his head in agreement. Harry was right - Hermione had no interest whatsoever in the sport of Quidditch but she had never missed a practice or a game. She was always there to support her friends and this was no exception. Despite the fact that she felt none of them understood her, she did not need that type of understanding from them; it was enough to know that they loved her and that they would be there for her if she needed them. She offered Ron a reassuring smile and got up from the table and headed to the door.
Rolanda Hooch had been watching Hermione from the teachers table. She would swear that the girl had been positively glowing. Fleur too for that matter. She was going to have to find a way to get them to tell Minnie about the bonding soon or there would be serious trouble. Filius Flitwick was chatting away to her about some charms nonsense as she watched Hermione and Ron head for the door with a look that was almost fond, but suddenly another figure heading for the door caught her attention. "Uh oh, time for the hawk to swoop in," she said to herself as she got up from her seat and headed to the door, leaving Filius in midsentence, his goblet held aloft as he continued lecturing to a not-so-captive audience.
Hooch stepped into the hall just in time to see Pansy extend her hand and push Hermione against a wall roughly. "Remember me, Gayffinwhore?" Pansy asked in a nasty sneer. Hermione thrust a hand out instinctively and Ron grabbed it to steady her, although the poor boy didn't look all that steady himself.
Before either of them could respond, Hooch yelled, "that's 50 points from Slytherin, Parkinson!" Everyone's jaws fell open. Hooch rarely took points, let alone be this severe with anyone before.
Pansy spun around in disbelief, "What for?" she asked the flight instructor with an incredulous tone. "Madam Hooch?" she added, as a deferential afterthought.
"20 points for attacking someone from behind. That's just poor form, Parkinson. 20 points for using foul language in the corridor. 10 points for being a hypocrite," Hooch answered matter of factly.
"Exactly how am I a hypocrite?" Pansy asked automatically, her face screwing up in puzzlement, though seconds later she would regret asking.
Hooch smiled at her and answered, "This morning I was walking down to the dungeons and I saw you pinning Millicent Bulstrode to the wall outside the Potions classroom, with your hand working like a busy little beaver in her knickers. In my not so humble opinion that makes you not only rather gay but a bit of a whore too." With that, Hooch turned and strode away. Pansy turned scarlet as the now full corridor burst out into various whistles and cat calls. Millicent Bulstrode walked past Pansy, slapped her ass and proudly headed down towards the Slytherin common room. Pansy looked like she wanted to Obliviate everyone in sight.
Hooch winked at Hermione as she walked by. It seemed that the rest of the crowd completely forgot about Pansy addressing Hermione and she and Ron were able to leave the castle in peace and head out to the Quidditch pitch without further incident.